MIDDLE CHILD (Original) lyrics

[Intro: PnB Rock]
Ah
Oh-oh
Oh, yeah

[Chorus: PnB Rock & XXXTENTACION]
Mama had five boys, me, I was the middle child
By the age of 13, b*tch, I was young and wild
Caught my first case, then I got kicked out my mama house
Got nowhere to stay, b*tch, I'm runnin' in your f*ckin' house (b*tch)
With them 30s out (Yeah), f*ck you talkin' 'bout? (Yeah)
Yeah, ridin' 'round 'round the city, I swear I'm lurking out (Lurking out)
Really I'm high as sh*t, I'm off a Perky now (Perky now)
Huh, n*gga run up on me, I'ma blow eem down

[Post-Chorus: XXXTENTACION]
So much cash in my jeans, Louis V, pocket wallet
n*ggas hate, n*ggas b*tches, n*ggas b*tches, pocket watchin'
Uh, not talkin' 'bout no pistol, talkin' 30s now
Hey, hey, 30s now, 30 bands, 30 now

[Verse: PnB Rock]
Oh my God, oh my God, b*tch, I'm hot as sh*t, huh
Smokin' loud, it's so loud, b*tch, I can't hear sh*t, huh
Bust down on my wrist, huh, bust down on my b*tch, huh
I just hit a lick, huh, I bust it down with my clique, huh
Oh you know I came up with nothing (came up with nothing)
And you know a young n*gga hustlin' (young n*gga hustlin')
Yeah, you know my chains they be bustin'
Yeah, you know my chains they bе bustin'
Cuffed two b*tches I ain't cuffin'
b*tch, I ain't say that you from nothing
b*tch, you know I've been out hеre hustlin'
Juggin' and finessin'
Trap goin' crazy every time they see me out
I got all these bands on me, bustin' out my palm
You can hate on me but I swear you got no opps
'Cause I got .30 clip, that's thirty in my Glock